My heart is in the Homeland

December 26

My heart is in the Homeland,
Where every storm shall cease,
Where blooms eternal summer,
And all is love and peace;
There dwell the tried and faithful,
No more with care oppressed,
For sorrow can not enter
The golden land of rest,
For sorrow can not enter
The golden land of rest.

My heart is in the Homeland,
That realm of endless day,
Where He, my Lord and Saviour,
Will wipe all tears away;
My tho’ts are in the Homeland
Among the pure and blest,
No sin nor night can enter
The golden land of rest,
No sin nor night can enter
The golden land of rest.

My heart is in the Homeland,
And there I soon shall be;
My friends are in the Homeland,
They wait and watch for me;
Oh, joyful, joyful meeting,
With those forever blest,
No parting in the Homeland,
The golden land of rest,
No parting in the Homeland,
The golden land of rest.
     Fanny J. Crosby